"It would do you a world of good, and it would make all the difference to Sally." "That it would!" Sarah agreed, still questioning Caroline with her watery, appealing eyes.

In Caroline, Sarah saw her salvation, and snatched at it.

Caroline could no nothing well; she had no excellence; all that Caroline could do Sarah could do better.

And yet Caroline, by the mysterious virtue of her dry and yet genial shrewdness, and of the unstable but reliable equilibrium of her temperament, was the skilled Sarah's superior.

They both knew it and felt it.